midnight stuff

0.5

you were my favourite unwritten poem
and in reality,
you were probably my favourite person too.

for what seemed ages,
i woke up thinking about you,
i went to sleep to a text from you.

there where bits and pieces i cannot really recall,
but i do know the the time we had together
wasn't really like a fairytale story.

of course, someone better came along.
and i was left alone,
again

it's okay though,
now i wake up
and set my goals for the day.

and when i go to sleep,
i take care of myself first,
i don't rush to respond to anybody's text

at the end of the day,
and after a long time giving this a thought,
it's better this way.

i can now love and take care of me,
without being dependent of anyone.
without expecting anyone to give me the love i was not giving myself.